Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E48

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Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E48

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 48

Epilogue 3

Giving her one last goodbye I head out of my office, greeted and farewell by a few staff I happen to pas-s by and then I exist the Home, smiling at the new rejuvenated building as I make for my car at the parking lot.

I locate my Ferrari, one of my many gifts from my doting husband, Jeremy. This car had been my nineteenth birthday gift. The first birthday I spent with him, also the first birthday I actually felt was a truly celebr@ted birthday.

As I drive my old car, feeling whimsical about it, I recount the past seven years of my life with Jeremy.

Boy, has it been a long rollercoaster ride.

I remember his promise, and I smile as I remember how ha-rd he truly tried to give me space instead of demanding me to marry him in instantly. I had worked for a month at Millie’s before quitting to enrol in college, all by Jeremy’s influence of course.

Those college years were the ha-rd ones: even though the college was the best in the state we were in, Jeremy still didn’t like the hours of separation.

I had insisted at first that I drive everyday myself for a hundred miles but he didn’t see the end of it. He practically had Mitch glued to my car every morning for the journey.

When that arrangement finally settled, the next problem was compromising the hours I spent at school as well as with him. That was when Jeremy hauntingly decided to rent an ap@rtment near the school for us, since he couldn’t stand only having me at night and not all day, because within those night I would be tired from the work and the four hour drive of going and coming back from the college.

As I recall this, my grin spre-ads on my face. I probably look like an idiot grinning to myself in my car.

We had celebr@ted our first year anniversary together in that ap@rtment he rented. It was that first year when Jeremy began to be much insistent on us marrying. Of course he tried to keep to his promise that I would be the one to tell him when I was re-ady, but it never st©pped him from grumbling and nagging until I finally cons£nted.

We married after six months of our first anniversary in Jeremy’s old home. Of course it was Doreen’s influence to coerce us into using the house for the ceremony. She made all the arrangements and I never complained throu-gh it all, I was actually glad someone would do all the dirty work.
So we had a small ceremony with few of our friends to witness it. Julie had been my maid of honour since our friendsh!pblossomed into more like being sisters rather than close friends: I adored her and she me. Hilly, Effie and a few friends I had made at college had insisted being the bridesmaids.

Matthew had been the best man.

Once both brothers had finally sat down together and talked after so many years, they bec@m£ virtually inseparable afterwards.

Doreen has been so gratefully for me ever since.

Most of Jeremy’s friends were pres£nt and since I had only my fellow waitresses and my college friends, the ceremony had been mostly dominated by hvge names and faces which you only saw in magazines and television.

We spent our honeymoon travelling the continents of Europe, Asia and some p@rts of Africa. So it virtually bec@m£ a three month honeymoon. After long night’s in various p@rts of the world, we couldn’t wait to get back home and finally start our life together as man and wife.